Tag Archives: Memoir

Savvy Poem – Towyn Trailer

  Towing my brain into Towyn, aiming for something static to keep my thoughts from lagging behind my actions, from drifting off and taking on a form of their own   or, worse, from sprinting on ahead of my slowing feet, I take the long road, slicing a cuboid city into two identical halves, myContinue reading “Savvy Poem – Towyn Trailer”

Magnificence: A Savvy Poem

  I colour my life up in orange,          MAGNIFICENCE! shades of mangoes and marigolds, to make me feel like there is more of me, and that the more of me shines more and more, like the red-orange river of gold that ran away from me, chased away by the mocking moronsContinue reading “Magnificence: A Savvy Poem”

Day 7.3: Albrighton – Jay Cool’s birthplace!

The Dacia takes us from Newport to my birthplace – Signal Lane, Albrighton. I, Jay Cool, was born just over the road from here – in Cosford’s RAF hospital. I look across the lane and can still see the old dark-wooden slats of the one-storey hospital, fronted by a field of waving corn and aContinue reading “Day 7.3: Albrighton – Jay Cool’s birthplace!”

This is Going to Hurt: Book Review

Disclaimer: Should you choose the purchase the reviewed book, via the link below, I will receive a commission at no cost to yourself. Bog brushes, mobile phones and chicken legs. First up, the bog brush! Not great for it’s intended purpose, i.e. when used with vigour, it has a tendency to spatter one’s face withContinue reading “This is Going to Hurt: Book Review”

Gum: A Silly Poem

Gum. Mounting up in my upside-down world. A pile of sticky mass threatening to consume me, crowding me out of my hiding place. Time to leave, to re-emerge into learning. Too late. It drags me in by a single strand of my hair. Eyelids unable to open, cheekbones redefined, ears silent. Sir’s voice; my learning;Continue reading “Gum: A Silly Poem”

Mountains of Moments

  Mountains upon mountains of clothing, moments of a life mounting up in my lounge. We trundle up the mountains paths, my daughter and I, leaving our footprints in the rubble, seeking to pick apart the pieces, to pull away the threads the threads that hold together the fabric of a childhood past.   MomentaryContinue reading “Mountains of Moments”

Attentive Attentiveness

A memoir from my schooldays ….   Whilst I look at you, paying attention, you think, really I am elsewhere, paying attention, and I don’t think. I don’t think of the knowledge you think you are sharing with me, but I do think, and with thinking, I pay attention to the fact that my kneesContinue reading “Attentive Attentiveness”

Savvy Poem – Hands in My Pockets

Inspired by a fellow-blogger’s post. ‘Take your hands out of your pockets,’ she barks, pocket-like. ‘Stand up straight and don’t slouch!’ Alarmed, my hair stands up, shock-like. Fearful, my stomach shrinks into itself and my shoulders roll, as my eyes fall out of their sockets and bounce onto the classroom floor. My hands become awareContinue reading “Savvy Poem – Hands in My Pockets”

The Pebbles on the Beach: Book Review

I do not receive commission for any links to Amazon. Pebbles. A book titled ‘The Pebbles on the Beach’ might not an the obvious choice for a can’t-put-down read. But, having been picked up, it had to be bought. And what drew an inlander from the sandstone caves of Shropshire, into a book about Britain’sContinue reading “The Pebbles on the Beach: Book Review”